Hey folks, welcome to the new whine/general topic thread. Feel free to use this thread to discuss anything that is on your mind. Caregiving- related stuff, life after a loved one's death, your own emotional wellbeing. Whatever..........anything on your mind.
I received two voice messages and two emails from the insurance company (home/auto) trying to reach me about my mother's account (we use the same company/agent).
I call them and state "this is Maria XXX calling on behalf of my mother Joanna XXX. You have been trying to reach her - what do you need?"
Insurance guy: Her payment is late, would you like to make payment on her policy.
Me: Which house
Insurance Guy: 152 XXX Ct.
Me: She doesn't own that house - I do. Is there a payment missing for that house or for one of hers? What house do we owe money for?
Insurance guy (Leaves to look at records): I figured it out (proudly), she owes $794! do you want to make a payment?
Me: And, which house would that be. She owns XXX and XXX.
Insurance Guy: 152 XXX Ct. !
Me: She lives there but doesn't own that house. Call me back when you figure this out.
My confidence level is very low at this point.
Just rang hi-fi repair shop to say - well, I didn't get to say anything, wretched man wouldn't let me finish my sentence in spite of numerous attempts including one prefaced "please can I finish the sentence?" [apparently not, then.]
He's had the thing for six weeks, it's cost me 45 quid in repair bills, I shlep it home and now the deck he's fixed runs too fast and the CD player, which was fine, isn't working. I wanted to take it to him for spare bits and he could give me my repair money back. He wants me to take it back so he "can look at it." What, for another month?
It's going to the recycling dump. I have bought a new one. I am cross, but at least I now can't get any crosser.
Oh God, aren't those famous last words..?
Cwillie ...That does stink having to worry and wonder about if your party will take place or not because of your weather.....~Sorry~......
I am fortunate to live south of the snow belt, for the most part squalls and road closures begin just north of town. The real heavy snow is well to the north up around Georgian Bay, I expect the ski resorts are happy enough with this weather.
Have got to get moving today, but it is hard. I promised someone something, so I must do it. I will be back later, and hope you will get to visit someone today so you won't be so alone or lonely.
Too many tums can make it worse.
The doctor can help.
There is no diagnosis yet, but someone thought my g.e.r.d. symptoms were hiatal hernia.
I have been dealing with a sour, upset stomach for a couple of weeks now. I think I might have IBS. Irritable bowel syndrome for those of you who don't know. It sucks. Everytime Hubs and I are in a store, I'm there 5 minutes and then running, looking for a bathroom cause I feel like I'm going to soil myself. Just Lovely...............NOT!
When I said do not judge your life by how you feel that does not include feeling like you have to go potty. Definitely listen to your gut.............LOL
Maybe it is a good thing that I have learned to not rely on changing feelings, but instead on the plans God has for my life. And for everyone else's life too.
I already...., so it must be the full moon. Try to understand, I am not blaming the full moon. It is just a common occurence with me, coincidental, I think.
The shock of seeing a teenager in the road ahead, suddenly, on Saturdaty night has unsettled me since that happened. Got to get up and keep moving, right now.
So happy you all are here! Going outside.
Can you get the New Yorker online, for free?
I remember a comic many years ago, published in the New Yorker:
On rounds, a group of doctors were gathered around the bedside of a very ill
looking patient. The caption read: "This patient has a very rare form of health insurance".